As we slip

into grace

the forgotten

place

with your face

so dear

so warm

and near

we listen...

Outside

the wind

is stirring…

While here

in this night

of each other's

light

we receive

the blessing

of love

caressing

while outside

the wind

She whispers :

Now fate

it seems

will mend

your dreams

from broken darkness

to boundless moonbeams.

Lost, in the longing

adrift in the nether

clinging to hope

roped but untethered

thief of my sanity

cause of this grief

the nothing that creeps in

and steals my sleep

I do not know

the cruel hand that holds

and so it goes

I am the fool that folds

Cannot expect to be full on crumbs

nor can you cover the obvious shift

spacial problems are also a sum

and I am becoming dormant with it

so be it

it is, what it is

till it isn’t anymore

right ?! and so I drift

I am once again in mourning,

as my mind plays this cruel twisted joke on me.

You do not see what you see, let it be child,

let it be.

As I drift further and further out to sea, letting the waves of madness carry and swallow me.

Set me free.

I beg of thee,

Set me free.

having flashbacks

like,

the night we stood

under the cathedral lights

pleading with each other

to understand

for me to hold on

“You are my anchor“

for you to let you

“and I’m drowning“

impending doom looming around the bend

Awkwardly oblivious

you stumble by

and know me

instantly

the curve of cursive

the bend of breath

my cryptic codes

but I can finally see

so clearly

it matters not

you being here

for you are

a distant

dialogue

no longer

spoken

by this

tongue

that now

kisses

firelight

singing

sweetly to

love